Is Anyone Worthy Is Anyone Whole Novels & Stories

After all, I was beautiful, and even when dressed simply, he could always spot me instantly in a crowd. If I were there, he wouldn't have missed me. But after scanning the entire room, his eyes gradually dimmed with disappointment. The officiant asked him, "Mr. Andreas Fitzgerald, do you take Ms. Elaine Wilde to be your lawfully wedded wife?" And somehow, the moment he heard Elaine's name, Andreas blurted out, "I don't." The noisy wedding venue suddenly fell silent as he continued scanning the crowd one by one. Yet, I was still nowhere to be found.

“Uncle? Is something wrong?” “Valery…” Valery frowned. “Yes?” The King became uncharacteristically hesitant again. “You are one of the nominees.”

she said, her eyes getting watery. “Why does everyone act like I have no use except they are the ones using me?” I asked, shaking my head. “All my life, I’ve had to prove myself worthy and even here as a slave, I’ve had to prove myself worthy and yet nobody thinks I am. I try my best every single time” I continued speaking. “In life, no one needs to prove they are worthy, we were granted life so that already means that we are worthy but is it different from me, why do I have to prove myself to people over and over again?” I questioned again and Serena held my hands.

I couldn't just go without knowing the consequences I would have to face. "Then, screw up. That’s how relationships work. You'll screw up and as much as I know Joy, so will she. Inevitably. But you have to be patient with it. If your heart really yearns for her, then don't block it just because you think that you’re not good enough for her. You know, Mr Brown . . ." She paused and after a few seconds, she spoke again, clearing her voice, "No one is ever truly worthy of anyone. It's just a statement we put out to understand our requirements. One needs to make themselves worthy of the other." "That's how we got together," Jordan quickly added.

The powers stirring in my blood may be unpredictable, wild and untested, but they're mine. The scars mapping my skin may tell stories of pain and survival, but they also whisper of resilience, of a girl who refused to break even when breaking would have been easier. And the voice in my head that sounds like doubt, like every person who ever told me I wasn't enough? It's about learning that being worthy isn't about perfection—it's about refusing to give up when everything inside you screams that you should, about standing up every time you're knocked down, about fighting for what you believe in even when the odds are stacked against you.

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

“We are two imperfect people Gianna, but I want us to have a perfect union and don't you ever say I deserve someone better, you're my better person, I am the one who's undeserving of you, sometimes I wonder how you tolerate my excesses, you're my dream come through, you make me believe my life is worth living, with you, I believe my life actually makes sense, that's why I am always chasing you, that's why I never want to let you go” Am I really worth it? “You know, I thought I'd never be Alpha, it was my biggest dream, but I became Alpha and I began to regret it because of the pressure and with Melissa, she never understood my plight, she was so eager to do my bidding and when I act out, I b

Nev asked, to which no one said a word and they three walked near to us. “Wow! What a surprise.” She added, shaking her head. “I don’t think this idea is any good.” Uncle stated making me frown at him and I glanced at Revu but she is looking down fidgeting with her hands. “I am not in for it, but will this really sustain?” Lakshmi said, frowning at me and I sighed. And then it started with my Mom and others except Revu saying one thing and another. To which Nev gave her mind and it felt like no one is going to stop.

Worth is known when it is gone, As even breath is valued only after you race, Limbs are valued only when they break And love is valued only after you hate. ...................................................

“How I pray…that a time will come…I can free myself and meet their expectations….On that day, I’ll discover someway to be myself…and to make my family proud…They want a docile lamb….No-one knows who I am….Must there be a secret me…I’m forced to hide…Must I pretend that I am someone else for all time…When will my reflection show…who I am inside….when..will..my reflection show…who I am….inside…” She let out a sigh thinking back on all the times she had sung this song when younger. She moved onto cooking the bacon and sung a different song. “Would anyone notice…if tonight I disappeared?…Would anyone chase me..and say the words that I need to hear?….That I’m no burden…not so worthless…bent so mu